I miss the old Kanye, gay-for-pay from the 'Go Kanye Chop up the soul Kanye, set on his goals Kanye I hate the fresh Kanye, the bad mood Kanye The always rude Kanye, spaz in the news Kanye I miss the sweet Kanye, chop up the hammers Kanye I gotta say, at that time I'd like to meet Kanye See I invented Kanye, it wasn't any Kanyes And now I look and look around and there's so many Kanyes I used to love Kanye, I used to love Kanye I even had the pink Polo, I thought I was Kanye What if Kanye made